Two of a kind.

This is only short, mostly because i just decided to write this when i was in the middle of writing chapter two for my other story. I hope you like it and just so you know this is just after Tyler and Jules left, Jules hasn't died yet. I might do another one about after Jules dies but i don't know :) I don't own anything

Tyler's pov

We were meant to be enemies, to hate each other. So why did i feel all warm inside when i saw her? When i saw her smiling and laughing i wished i was the one to make her smile like that. She was there for me, when i needed someone. When i needed a friend. I felt like i had nobody when my uncle supposedly left.. my mum wasn't the same since my dad died and when Caroline helped me through all my problems like being a werewolf and transforming it felt like the hole that was in my heart for so many years was finally healing.

I shouldn't of just sat there... i just let them hurt her, but you see i was suffering then, i was weak. My so called "friend' had being lying to me, Caroline, the one person who i thought could understand me.. who would be there for me had been lying to me all along. My uncle hadn't left, he was killed by a vampire. By Damon Salvatore. And she knew and she didn't tell me. I had to find out from Jules the new werewolf on the street, Who told me that my uncle was dead, gone forever and then she broke the news that Caroline knew all along. Of course at first i was stupid enough not to believe her but i went round to Caroline's and she didn't deny it... even if these events are in the past just thinking about it hurts me..

Sometimes i wish i was a vampire instead of a werewolf... Yeah i know what your thinking "Why does a werewolf, the mortal enemy of vampires want to be vampire?" Well, i guess i want to be one because they can shut off their emotions... I hate feeling sorry for myself and i hate feeling sad. Why did all that happen to me? I mean i know at the beginning of the year i kind of deserved to be punished after using Vicky and being horrible to Jeremy. But couldn't i have just have gotten a broken leg or something instead of a broken heart and half my family dead. Sometimes you have to hate karma.

That night when Jules and Brody tortured Caroline was possibly the worst night of my life, I mean I have never seen anyone tortured before so it was horrible in that way. But the worst part of it was that it was Caroline that they were torturing and now that I look back on it I think that they picked Caroline to torture just to spite me.. to test me to see if I was a real werewolf, if I could handle killing vampires. I guess I failed that test. Caroline was devastated when Damon, Stefan and that witch dude saved her when i should have done.. I mean she was glad she was rescued but I should of been the one to save her.

That night I lost not only my first true love but also a great friend. My life hasn't really been the same since I left Mystic Falls with Jules but I will always remember the good times that I shared with Caroline. We were two of a kind, a rare thing to find. Some people say Vampires and Werewolves could never be friends but I beg to differ.